Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.